kiss me hard before you go || Eren x Levi

two

Disgusting.

That was all what he could describe that morning when he was hunched over a pit hole that was a pathetic excuse of a latrine, expulsing the contents of his breakfast. His body trembled as another wave of nausea hit him, forcing him to gag out on what was left in his stomach. There wasn’t much anyway, it was mostly bile and water.

He was already having trouble eating the bread on his plate when that extremely obnoxious noisy girl, Sasha, had to bring in her special dish she made, a recipe traditionally from her village. One whiff of the fish, Levi had to hold his hand in his mouth as he abruptly left the dining hall heading towards the lavaratory.

He cursed, hating the fact that he had droplets of his vomit staining his shirt and hands. He hated this. And this had been going on for four days, along with severe loss of appetite and energy. Should he really consider Erwin’s offer for the doctor to have a little check up on him? He’d absolutely deny Hanji, of course, if she was the one to examine him, the last thing he needed was an eccentric treating him like one of the titans.

But then again, he wouldn’t want to be admitting defeat to Erwin, no way, not ever. So no, the choice of a physician diagnosing him of any condition at all was stroke off his list of options.

For how much longer was this going to continue? He hoped it ends soon before anyone notices how he wasn’t feeling like himself, in fact, before any titans decided to show up their door step and he couldn’t fight them because he didn’t eat, couldn’t keep anything down and having no energy.

He wouldn’t admit defeat, though, no, defeat wasn’t in his dictionary.

Straightening up, he washed his face with cold water, loving the way it heightened up all his senses once more – waking him up for a moment from his, lately, infinite state of fatigue. He made his way back to his room, ensuring that no one was around the hallways of the old castle. He didn’t want anyone asking him where he was and where he’s going because hell, he didn’t feel like answering any questions right then, not that he was obligated to but if he didn’t, everyone would start to wonder.

They had already wondered enough.

Levi mentally slapped himself for creating such a scene by fainting yesterday. He was bombarded with questions by his squad (Petra being the most concerned in a rather sisterly way); he vowed not wanting to ever have to be in that situation ever again – where the spotlight wasn’t his strategies or fighting skill or titans but him, his well being, his feelings, his health.

Luckily, there were fresh new shirts available in his closet and Levi couldn’t be more grateful for new recruits, without them laundry would be one hell of chore for the superiors, even to him with his obsessive compulsive behavior.

He was taking off his soiled shirt, grimacing a little at the sight of the yellowish stain, when there was a knock on the door.

“I’d like to be alone,” was all he said, not bothered turning towards the door but hearing it opened anyway despite his protest.

Fuming, he blared out, “Didn’t you hear my order-“only to stop seeing the last person he wanted to see, besides the ever so cocky Erwin, standing there in his room.